“Don’t you do it, Marg,” warned her older sister. “Momsy, you ought to forbid Ted’s throwing away all his and Margie’s money on that crazy old airship.”
“I haven’t asked you for any, have I?” demanded Ted, his cheeks flushing.
“Good reason why—you know I wouldn’t lend you any.”
“You can turn up your nose all you like, but you’ll change your tune when you see me flying about.”
“I shall be so old my eyesight will be gone when you do.”
“Never you—” began Ted, only to be interrupted by his mother.
“There, there, son, don’t get so excited. It is all right for you to spend your own time and money on your flying machine, if you wish, but you must not borrow from Margie.”
“Now don’t scold Ted, Momsy,” broke in the younger girl. “I really owe him something because he helped me to pass my algebra exam.”
“Besides, I said I would pay her back next month—and I will.”
“All right, but I forbid you to ask Margie again. I think, too, it would be just as well if you all saved your allowances from now on—there is no knowing how soon they will stop entirely,” added Mrs. Porter, seriously.